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Styles Apr 2015
These haters aint for us,
we crave a different type of touch.
We stand tall with our dreams,
haters thoughts, way beneath us.
They can speak their mind,
when they are done,
then  kiss my be hind.
Beauteous Beast Aug 2014
I'm really
really
in love
with
the feeling
of love
and
not
with
the feeling
of me
in love
with
*you.
haha ****** first poem
KILLME Feb 2014
My mind needs
needs to get high
high off the ground
ground floor to the roof door
roof door to the ledge
ledge looking down
down falling wind rush
rushes past me as I fly
fly far away
away to a better day
day where I was happy
happy and free
Lana Fraser Sep 2013
these crimson beads,
lines which contradict themselves
in the beauty they posses

dry my wrist
and wipe my tears, love
because i have no one
Gray Nov 2018
i took your name
as my own;
i liked it,
and wanted it love it
as much as i loved you;
because if i do not have you
i have something to hold on to
dedicated to a boy i once knew, and the story of how i got my middle name
SELENA M Dec 2017
Tell me what I mean to you
If in fact I mean anything at all
I'm sorry that I'm asking but I'm not sure how much longer I'll have to savor you before you go
I won't ask any more questions
I will lay silently in your arms
I will pretend we're lost lovers just meeting for the first time again
Charm me with your whispers
Your sent dancing against my senses
Should you leave
I won't lie I won't be happy
but I will cherish our memories
Łëïçkî Mar 2020
How do you logically explain romantic feelings? What's the catalyst? When did it start? When do you realize that someone becomes special to you? The sudden realization doesn't pay enough respect. There never is a sudden realization. Only the thought that you've felt this way for a while and your only now realizing it. Suddenly mixed emotions become clear and thudding hearts still. All things cease to be in the moment of realization. Realization that you have no control over your thoughts. Realization that you don't know when it started and you feel as if it will never stop. Love is strange, love is torrential, love is a flurry of emotions and a sudden snap of enlightenment. And it ends with a feeling of home.
A STRIKE OF INSPIRATION; a drunk girls thoughts on love and how we come to be in love
Untitled
Is the name
Of this poem
Well
I feel
Untitled
To

Life

Love

Happiness

Sorrow

I feel
Untitled
To be
Untitiled

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